Ode to Mom

My inspiration,

sense of dedication.

My drive

and the way that I Strive,

All came from a woman 

heart soft like a cushion

Always playing a confident Stride.

She gave up herself

put her goals on the shelf

So we could more than Survive.

Never in a hurry,

she kept me from worry

No matter what it took to Subside.

I owe her my life

she paid every price

Independent of regret or Strife.

Her inspiration,

sense of dedication

Her drive

and the ways she Strives,

Made me